I quickly cover a yard or field
My numbers show no yield.
I am green, white, brown too
But yellow is my most prominent hue.
The wind scatters my seeds around
spreading them on the ground
I start off green and turn to gold
against the yard I am so bold.
Chop me down yes you may
but I'll come back the next day.
Though my name sounds wild
I'm more a gift from a child.
If you need a clue to what I might be,
Look in your yard, what do you see?